Omens and Portents

I can’t say I fully believe in omens, but if I did, today would be one very interesting day.

I had a dream last night in which I was a ghost. I was not one at first; I was some guy who was hanging out with ghosts. One of those ghosts was having problems of an unspecified nature, so I offered to substitute for him for a night or two.

A big, fat crow landed on the windowsill this morning, looking in at me. You really don’t think about how big those suckers are until one is a meter away, at eye level. As big as a (small) cat!

This afternoon, I thought I saw our old kitty (all black, save for a white locket on his chest) as I turned a corner of the house. He got spooked and ran silently up the stairs, as he would often do. What’s odd about that? That kitty passed away last year.

Published by

Brian Enigma

Brian Enigma is a Portlander, manipulator of atoms & bits, minor-league blogger, and all-around great guy. He typically writes about the interesting “maker” projects he's working on, but sometimes veers off into puzzles, software, games, local news, and current events.
View all posts by Brian Enigma